Baby Seed Poem by Lonnie Hicks

'You say it's true? he said lining up his words slowly
as soldiers in rank, his mouth intoning
each word which came rolling out with incipient bitterness,
and amazed regret;
'Tell me this cannot be so'
'But it is My Lord'
'How can all this transpire yet escape my eye;
sit at my feasting table yet poisoning the food I eat?

Where can betrayal find solace for the betrayed?
And I perceive there were witnesses who kept their confidence and to my face merry wish while all the while it was deception concealed.

Another of his of his anguished cries rang out
and he said:
'True love at end it seems lives on endless faith
but so easily crosses fate, so easily descends to lesser means
where it lands at Hells gate eventually begging to to be let in.'

'How can I survive this slight, this humiliation given between
the two I have loved most, the two from whom I have received most;
the two who have lived in my soul of souls-where even if I wanted to,
these two I cannot expunge, or exorcise even as I must.

'So you say she is with child and that child is his? ''

'Yes My Lord, it is so'

'You say she confesses such? '

'She did my Lord'

'Bring her to me I need to see her heart, gauge her duplicity;
her lies to see if even now if they will pour from her mouth
or if she'll offer me false regrets or tattered tepid sentiments
of how perhaps she, too, was deceived, or bewitched.
I would see her
and look upon her face and make my own judgment.'

The minister stirred to take his leave, heart pounding unsure if his part was beginning perceived
since he knew of the liaison, not having had the courage to convey that truth to
Lord; and, as he traversed, he wondered how long before Lord would guess
that he too, his minister, must have long known some part of that truth and
whether even as he turned to leave a blazing bolt would split his back and
cleave him in two properly rewarded for his complicity.

Down each step from Lord's throne, descending, he realized was a step into
his own hell
for surely the wife would betray him to Lord if pressed, to save her soul.

All this he thought would have consequence far beyond a simple tryst and find
among all there reverberation, remorse and futile lament. There would be here
he thought, fatal sin, unexpungable, wide ranging and irremediable.

He survived the last rung stepping out to Angel Air, and spied the hosts assembled for Worship Services of the Universe. He, the minister, was one and same the lover who impregnated Lord's woman, raised up angels in Lord's praise while yet dipping his seed deep into Lord's wife most loved.

So beautiful he was, a man who sparkled-gleamed, Lord's choice as minister was at once wise and fatal. But, all said, it was she, Lords wife, who no man could resist and he could see how even he who was charged with the Worship of the Universe could love her and be not able to resist
even a glancing smile from her.
He loved her too but would not let that love escape the confines of his deepest desire, rather, held it prisoner there for eternity.

He swept by during the service, thousands of Angels and Cherubs, all fluttering
receiving the sacraments.
He hurried on secure that his mission would not end to the good, and, rather, was doomed to Shattering Consequence.

He found her languishing, her eyes wide at his entrance, guessing, he guessed she had already surmised his mission and had prepared herself for the conflagration sure to come even as she had bent her mind to pray for the survival of her baby-seed, knowing not then what was to be its final fate. For only
in this, was her care. She roused herself automatically and prepared to leave.

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